horus8
replying on Unmasking Wyverns by horus8
23 Feb 2003, 10:55 AM
Here is the edited version
for the New Yorker and they
Gay boys, Garret lief Sexton.
(the strong change is unmasking
and crow)
Unmasking Wyverns
Watch me slave at words I could never say
Monsoon shark god furious
The love of my father, she snaked away
Wind swept waves bled 'til Sunday
It's a shame I am that curious
Watch me slave at words I could never say
Fierce night howls paved the way
And the way it was deleterious
The love of my father, she snaked away
Children raced past our well-lit display
An unintentional metamorphosis
Watch me slave at words I could never say
A crow-haired woman asked, "was I okay?"
Lips crimson and voluptuous
The love of my father, she snaked away
A god of wind, a shark at play
Your past is not mysterious
Watch me slave at words I could never say
The love of my father, she snaked away.
Artificial smiles were true a 100,000 years ago too guys!
A pile of burning lies...?
Does that look anything like
a great white concert?
my my my
is this 'rampant fatal infection'
a virus a bacteria, or perhaps a metaphor.
DONT LET IT GET TO YOU BROTHER
BORING, NOT CLEVER, NOT FUNNY, COMPLETE WASTE OF FUCKING TIME ,,2
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I BET ITS NOT JUST YOUR HABD THATS TANNED AFTER THIS.
OVERRATED BOLLOCKS;;;;;;;;;3
No, I'm not, are you? I'm in love with Dostoyevsky, and tuna melts currently. Oh, and fresh bread and pears.
I say this is Hot Diggity Dog, Bravo I say, Yes Bravo indeed
No comment on the message behind the poem, except that a few assumptions are being made throughout it. On the poem itself I would have liked to have given it a 9. Some of the verse did seem a little forced however so an 8. Very nice though.
Why thank you for such an adult comment. Anna Nicole Smith is white trash sir, you are not, I would guess you are a feast of good company and humour with a heart that outsizes its cage, sometimes things in life surpass a point of no return, despair is the road of dead rabbits, close your eyes and walk my dear friend you are a good man, and if you are not already, you would make a great daddy
Yes, Yes one can see a story unfolding here, Artificial smiles, so true this day and age. 6
I see your an amiable laddie, who kindly offers his comments would you oblige me sometime and grease my whip, onw would appreciate your input on mine
A good effort my young sire, however heartblink is a failed image it doesn't really work so amend it and consult me once you have finished. May I offer you respectability in a 7, quite moving.
Loved the trilogy pig dude
I'm guessing from this poem you are older than your conquest by a fair few years, in my country you would be known as a nonce. Of course I'm sure this is a fictitious poem and like your last one black buns wants to bring up some controversy. Shame it's shit and yes the English do have a God given right to their own language - you fucking fool.
ha ha,home of the whopper.Didn't think i'd see you down here.Cold isn't it.HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
THE GAY BOYS SURE LOVED IT.I BET YOU CAN TATSE THE CREAM.
good 4 u
You're power is in the seaweed egg-drop. Or perhaps it's the Ahi, broiled just right. Either way you win, straight out, 1st prize, and here we go...
"Magic tears of Happiness". A mother's tears.